I tried to persuade him to see the doctor, again and again, but he didn’t agree with me and said that he was fine. One day, I couldn’t bear his loud snoring anymore when I was writing. I complained of that after he woke. Then my father didn’t say a word. I regretted what I had said. But I still thought that I was not wrong. I needed to work and work all day. It made me so tired. Is it undue that I needed a quiet situation? The next afternoon, I had been asleep until four o’clock. When I woke up I felt the house was so quiet. I didn’t hear any snoring, so I went to my father’s room, but my father was not in. I thought maybe he went out to meet his friends to play cards with them. I always hoped that he could go out to do something to relieve his weariness. Although I complained with my father, my father could understand me. Everyday my father came back in time and cooked for me. Then he would go out again. One day, I asked my father what did he do and where he wanted to go. My father answered “No, nothing.” And then went out. When he came back again, I said, “You should take care of yourself, and eat something nutritious.” Because I felt that my father was getting thinner than before. But his skin became whiter. And my father told me that he was healing and strong, he was fine. Although I still worried about him, I didn’t say any more words. I thought maybe I was suspicious, but at last I knew that, in fact, I was careless with my father and blamed him wrongly.
At the end of the year, I was invited to write a report by my friend’s manager. As thanks, the manager invited my friend and me to have a dinner. After dinner, we went to a big bathroom together.
Beside the huge tub, which was surrounded by vapor, I saw a back-cleaner (somebody was scrub bodies for customers in the bathroom in china) was working on a fat and thick back... comparing to the customer who was like the plateau with snow, the back-cleaner was just a thin pine. When he finished his work and turned back, we noticed each other. I could not help calling “father”, which attracted all the notice in the bathroom, including my friends’ notice. My father’s face became red immediately, which was like a ripe tomato. He seemed to feel ashamed, but didn’t know what to say. My friends asked me “Is he your father?” because I wanted to let everyone know he was my father and I was his son. I felt at that moment I understood, appreciated and respected my father more than other time. Before I ashamed to do the things that made my father angry. I understood why he was in the bed at the daytime but went out at night. But I was too careless to notice that there was no snoring noise from my father’s room
At this time father had receive money from the customer and told me that he had saved 1000 dollar for me .he just wanted to help me pay off the lending quickly.
My father’s fellow said :“hi guy, your father was sleep on the chair every daytime, for not interrupting you, ----hay, a father’s love is always silent but it is the greatest love for his child.
Hearing her words, my eyes were filled with tears. I will remember father’s silent love forever.
